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The child let out a long sigh and walked out of the courtyard. The disciples guarding outside the courtyard had long since left to rest. The carefree child's expression was dark, and his gaze was similar to that morning when he saw Tie Qingyi and Li Yan, a pair of young couple, embracing and kissing at the side of the gang. Perhaps this legendary old man really had a painful past that he could not forget, no matter how many years had passed, it would still cause one to frown and ponder over it.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard the sounds of fists and legs coming from the courtyard in front of him. The sound of tigers and tigers could not help but walk towards him. In the center of the courtyard was the Sect Leader of the Beggar Clan, Nangong He. The ground was paved with bluestone and the courtyard was covered in flowers and twigs, it was all swept clean.

Gu Qishao was standing on the steps with a smile on his face. The Spirit Swallow Bead and the two of them coincidentally were standing on either side of her. The three of them were completely focused on watching Nangong He practice fist techniques. Ever since he had obtained the guidance of the unrestrained child, Nangong He had diligently trained nonstop. Furthermore, his original cultivation was extremely high, and his fist techniques could be said to be able to move a thousand miles in a single day.

At this moment, a set of "Subduing Tiger Arhat Fist" was executed. The move was perfectly round, and there was no gap to be passed through during the change in movement. As the square inch changed, the awe-inspiring fist wind caused the leaves and petals in the courtyard to float about in the sky with an awe-inspiring might.

After finishing his punching routine, Nangong He remained calm and composed. However, he felt as if his limbs and bones were bursting with contentment as Gu Qishao and the others applauded and cheered him on. Nangong He cupped his fists together as he spoke humbly. When he turned around, he discovered the Free and Unrestrained Child standing at the entrance of the courtyard. He hastily stepped forward to express his thanks. Gu Qishao and the other two maidens also came down the steps to pay their respects.

The carefree man smiled and nodded in approval, "Clan Leader Nangong, you have practiced a good fist art."

Hearing this, Gu Qishao's face lit up. His eyes darted around as he made up his mind and smiled. "This lowly concubine hears Sect Master's words. It's all thanks to Senior's pointers to Luoyang a few days ago that Sect Master's boxing skills improved by leaps and bounds." Sigh … Now that the successor of the Lin family, Brother Tie, had already caused a great stir in the martial world, and the Leng Qing brothers were young, they had already become the disciples of a monk from the Spirit Hill Sect. It was only a matter of time before they would become famous in the martial world. The Sect Leader has been taught a great deal by his seniors, and he is afraid that he would be outdone by the successors of the two Bei Jue seniors in the martial arts world. Therefore, he did not dare to slack off.

"Seventh Madame should not speak carelessly." Nangong He hastily spoke up to stop Gu Qishao from speaking. This speech clearly had the effect of enticing a disciple to be taught to a disciple, using a monk as a disciple to shake the martial arts world, he hinted that Nangong He was only being guided by a free and easy person, his cultivation was naturally lower than the two of them, and in the future, the martial arts of the South End would not be as good as the two monks.

Clan Head Gu, what an ingenious plan." Gu Qishao's sharp eyes glinted as he looked at Gu Qishao for a long time. Hehe … After a thousand lives, who would know honor and disgrace? "However, it is also a great thing for us to have a hero in the martial arts world." He turned his gaze back to Nangong He and said, "Nangong He, come with me!" When he turned around and walked out of the courtyard, Nangong He shot a glance at Gu Qishao. He looked both resentful and happy as he hurriedly followed Gu Qishao. Gu Qishao was overjoyed as he gave a knowing chuckle.

Coincidentally, she said in a strange manner, "Master, I saw that Sect Master Nangong seemed to be angry. Why are you smiling so happily?"

"Senior sister, didn't you notice what senior Pan called you before he left?" Yan Lingzhu smiled sweetly, "Master only smiled because he had succeeded in his plan. However, it has nothing to do with how the Sect Leader of the Nangong Clan is angry about."

Gu Qishao raised his lily-white hands and poked the top of her head with his index finger. "You little brat. Only you know what's on Master's mind."

Coincidentally, she was still confused, but she recalled that when she first entered the house, she had called him "Sect Leader Nangong, you have mastered fist techniques." Before she left, she had called him "Nangong He, follow me!". After thinking about it carefully, she felt that there was not much difference between "Sect Leader Nangong" and "Nangong He".

But in Gu Qishao's heart, these two names differed by heaven and earth. The former was called as the lord of a group of people, while the latter was called as a junior. They were called directly after him and were considered his disciples.

As for Nangong He and Xiao Yunzi, they walked out of the courtyard with their pace not too fast or too slow. Nangong He quietly walked at the back with neither too slow or too fast. From start to finish, he maintained a distance between them and the unrestrained child. The two of them did not say a word. Along the way, they would occasionally meet with disciples of the Bloodsword Sect. All of them bowed and greeted them.

They turned a few corridors and entered the back garden. He saw fake hill seats in the garden, a pond verdant green, lush trees, emerald green leaves between a corner of the pavilion. The carefree child suddenly stopped, and Nangong He also stopped at the same time.

A hint of approval appeared in the eyes of the unrestrained child as he asked, "Nangong He, how is Tie Qingyi's martial arts compared to yours?"

Nangong He said, "Much better than junior!"

Free and Unrestrained Child strode into the pavilion with his hands behind his back. He gazed at the rising and falling Zhu Niu Mountain not far away, towering like a monster. Under the hazy night sky, the mountain range seemed to be overlapping and disappearing at the same time. Nan Gong He stood outside the pavilion, he did not say anything, and waited quietly.

After a while, the man said, "Nangong He, what do you think of the difference between good and evil in this world?"

Nangong He lowered his head and muttered to himself. He knew that this elder not only had superb martial arts skills, but also outstanding literary skills. In the past, when he was wandering in Hangzhou, he wrote poems such as "Jiuquan Zi". His poems were fresh and handsome, with a unique style. Even the arrogant and arrogant Xuanzhou scholar Xu Dong could not help but say in his poem "To Pan Zhou": "Pan Xiaoyao's talent is as high as the heavens." One word. Now that he had asked such a question, he would definitely not speak without thinking. He thought that he had the intention of testing his own heart.

After reading this, Nangong He thought to himself, "I have been righteous my whole life. Since Senior Pan is asking this, I must be honest." He said, "Good and evil are the heart. Grandmaster Ling Qiu once said, 'Good and evil are in the moment of one's thoughts.'" This junior believes that, in the face of disaster, one's reactions to what one hears or encounters, and one's choices in one's thoughts, can truly divide one's tendency towards good and evil. "

"Then, when disaster approaches, how do you feel?"

Nangong He said in a clear voice, "It doesn't matter if the disaster comes or not, this junior's tendency is: in this world, one must differentiate between right and wrong, stick to justice, and resist evil. This way, disaster will never come."

The man was speechless. After a while, he said slowly, "You can go back. Come here on time tomorrow morning at three. This old man has something else to advise you."

Nangong He bowed deeply, turned around and left the garden. He was wild with joy and knew that this old man had some thoughts on passing on his skills. With the help of Nanxue Jue, the Bastard Gang galloped the martial arts world in a gallant fashion, just around the corner.

On the evening of early autumn, the wind blew, the happy chirping of the crickets could be heard from the grass, and the lotus flowers in the pond danced gracefully, still standing upright. An indescribable sadness quietly rippled across the chest of this legendary old man. The flowers were falling, and the spring had already disappeared. Red patches fell on his heart that had gone through thousands of trials and tribulations, stirring up thoughts that were difficult to forget.

He sighed and said: "Old man Beidou, Ling Biyue, Pan Kui will take in a disciple today as well. In the past, we were not even on the same level, so when the time comes for us to compete again, whose martial arts skills are better?"